Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1887-01-29

pop to totter Over to the grocery arter thf
t'backer hisself, an mebbe fetch ON a rippin
an tearin' rassil with the amy, I'll give in K
ye, an give We tho story in advance"
Little Peleg crossed his breast three times
and said that, honestly and truly, he'd e
after his grandpop1s tobacco. So the Old Set
tier showed his spectacles up on his forehead
and began his story.
"Yuv often heerd me speak O. White Dee,
pond, Peleg, an o. the many an many
sloshin' OF buck I've put a quictus on around
an about it. Wull, I'm gointer to tell ye how
that pond got its name, bein' minded of the
circumstance by yer onfort'nit raisin' O. that
umberel in the house, witch I toll ye were
nigh onter ez onlucky ez KILN a white deer.
I hope nothinW come On it, but Im torturd
with permonit'ry symptoms th't sumpinT
happen.
Longer ago TIM I kin r~ecomember, long
ez my mem'ry is, Pike county were settled by
Injins. They enj'yed theirselfs by huntin'
an fshin' an fghtin', an INDUCED a leetle in
aggercult'ral pursuits, which was the raisin'
Of a trile O. corn an a c~onsid'able o. hair.
The crop O. hair they riz was bigger arter the
white folks gun to chop an pry out c~learins'
around in tho county thin it were afore. Up
around this pond Pm tellin' ye bout tn was
a p'tic'larly noble tribe of Injins residin,. !
| s'pose their pedigree run clean back inter
| Noah's ark, from all counts. They was way
up above all t'other tribes, an was ruther
p'ticlar who they ISOLATED with. None O.
their young ones was lowed to go over an
play ball OF j~ackstuns with the young uns o.
the tribe mex door, an the way the young
gals an fellers o. this noble tribe usety toy
theirselfs out was the talk O. all the rest O. the
community. Their clothin' bills must q ben
sumpin' termenjus. The gals O. the ordinary
tribes usety think they was putin on airs,
wen they went out of a Sunday, if they wore
their heads O hair an a pair O. moc'sins,
an the young fellers wa feelin way
up in 'ciety if they had four stripes
o red paint IN their noses in
addition to their ev'ryday clothes,
WITCH was an eagle feather on their
top knots. But the young folks O. the boss
tribe! Jeewhizz, Peleg! the style they slung
on! Wen the gals went out fur a stroll on a
Sunday AFTERNOON, or was dressed fur Fourth
O July or some ice cream fes'val, they never
thought o. putin on less'n three strings O.
beads, sides wearin' their moc'sins an hair;
an ez fur the ~fellers, they had stripes O. red
an yaller paint all over their faces, an eagle
feathers enough on their heads to fill q bed
tick. WY, the wardrobe O. some o. them
stuck-up Injin gals VAIN t half complete 'ithout
it had two pair o moc'sins IN a quart O. beads
in it, an I've herd th't tn was some o. the
young bucks th't couldn't think O. dressin' on
less'n @ kag o paint an two eagles a month.
Proud an 'stravagant people war they, Peleg!
But whar be they now, sonny2 Go asst the
VIM that rips an roars, an inquire of the
hills IN rocks th't frowns an towers. Go asst
'cm, an if they tell ye, come let me know, an
Ill be obleegesl to We, I will, b'gosh!
"Wmky-ha-j ibby-goslambo-gash were the
means in English, Observation-Disclosures
swampfull-o'-painters. His wife called him
Slambo for short, an we'll call him that ez
we perceed with the hist'ry. He had O darter.
l 'spect th't Rippy-rap-Ketinko were the poot-
lest piece of coppcr-colored caliker th't ever
chawed ven'zen. Though she were the darter
of a king, she done all the homework o. the
family, a n that's WY they called her Rippy-
rap-Ketinko, witch means, in our language,
Observation-Disclosures tooth comb.
The king had q prophet. Besides prophe:in',
he were the family doctor, an ustey also do a
few slick tricks with cards, an juggle pennies
an shillin' pieces up his sleeve for the big
chiefs amusement. He were uglier thin the
front eend Of a rhinocerhoss. They called him
or Skeer the
He
were a terror, but the king We're stuck on
him. The lcadin' young buck O. the tribe were
a risin' youth by tho name O. Nishy-pishy-
wa~hnocky-Aop. The gang he Travelled with
called him Nocky-fiop, but in English his
name d be Characterized of 'n-a-mad-rattle-
snake-an;-call-it-fun.
IF ye were a leetle older, sonny, tn
wouldn't be no need O. me a tellin' ye th't
Nocky-Gop were dead gone on Slambo-gaSh's
charmin' darter, Rippy-rap-Ketinko He
loved her wuss'n a bar loves honey, an sue
swoppcd her love for his'n, even dicker. The
noble OF king didn't hev no idee that setch
were tho case till his prophet came to him one
day an tot him that Nocky-f1op IN the kings
darter were spoonful like two turkle doves
ev'ry night over the back garden gate. lee
whizz, Peleg! how mad OF Slambo-gash did
git! He hoped an he swore, an he said that
he'd slice the inpydent young Injun inter bait
fur eels.
"eHoly smoker he hollered. THAT epstart
Of q Chaw-the-head-of 'n-a-rattlesnake havin'
the cheek to shine up to the high born Useful
ez-a-fine-tooth-comb! Wy, durn bis pictersl
I'll go an drop him out'n a nine story winder,
just fur luck!
"Now, N~ocky-fop were ez poplar ez pea |
nuts with the noble tribe, an the sly OF
prophet, Acknowledgements, know'd
if the king should do anything so rash ez
to drop the young buck out'n setch q high
winder, tn chances war th't the people d git |
their dander up an jist fix both the king an
bis prophet so th't nuther one On 'em d ever
hev any place fur dander agin. So the
says to the king:
".Hor on, Slambo,' he says; don't go of
half cooked. Thur more ways thin one outn
the woods, he says, If one be a cow path I've
got a scheme, an if you'll only stick to me,'
be says, well git rid O. Mr.. Nocky-fop so
quick an easy th't it'll make yer head swim.
An better'n that he says, 'ther people II say
that it sarved him right. I've got my finger
showed way under his gills, yer majesty he
says, AN don't you furget it.
"The prophet was a bad man. Peleg, an he
we're ez jealous O. Nocky-f1op ez the king were,
IN he had a grudge agin the king, too, fur
he prophet had mentioned it wunst to Slam
th't it would suit him to death to
marry the charmin' Rippy-rap-Ketinko, an
he king had sot down on him like a thousan'
!, brick on a rotten punkin. Alb, Peleg," said
he old settler, "the wicked often flourishes
ike a green bay horse, an the righteous hain't
no more show thu a jug O. rum at a barn ;
'aisin'.
"1'm gettin' a lettle ahead O my story, Peleg,
I'll put right in here wat I mowt ha' toll
70 afore. The Injins know'd th't all white
leer was sacred, an th't to kill one would be
nvitin' all kinds O. misfortun' on the killer.
But then, fertnitly, white deer had a charmed
an if any one had took it inter his head
o knock one over he mowt just ez well hev
plugged away inter the side of a barn ez inter
he deer, fur no common bullets hedn't no
feet on 'em. More'n that, white deer want
z plenty ez chipmunks, an twa'n't more'n
vunst in a coon's age th't any lnjin hutker
agin one. I
"Wull, wat dye think the wicked prophets
cheme were9 Nothin', only to hev Nocky-aop
ill a white deer. The prophet laid his plans
fore the king, an one day Nocky-lop were
'prised to git anote from Slambo-gash, sayin'
h't he were wanted at court. NOckY an !